Whenever Death comes to haunt these chambers
I feel her cold hands grabbing me by the neck
The foggy breath embracing my skin
The walls around close in on me
I can hear soil pressing the lid down this tomb...
And I awake…
Find myself alone cloaked in darkness
And hear the screams of all those that dwelt here before…

What became of them when the doors were slammed shut?
What face did Death show to them?
What they confessed when their limbs were being broken
What lies were they fed to cling on hope a little longer
Deprived of all dignity, stretched on the bed of dread
Mere rag dolls in the hands of the institutionalized animals
That feed on flesh and terror…

Where do the wraiths of the tortured go to?
Can you break the backbone of soul?
I believe they return back here, wearing scythes for hands
And take revenge…

To all of you that gave their last breath battered and mutilated
Forsaken and left in the lurch of madness
Raise and devour your torturers
Incinerate shame in the fires of retaliation
And wander to whatever Afterlife there is…

As for now, the doors open to take me
Soon I will join you in agony, as many brothers and sisters have before
There is a memento on the wall, for the countless more to come:
Quod sumus hoc eritis
“What we are, you will be”
The hope is in death, and death alone…

In the name of biological warfare
We grind men to bonemeal
For the mighty and glorious emperor
We shall inject phosgene in you
Though you have never seen war before
We will carve flesh wounds
Right into your guts

How does it feel to be watched dying?
How does it feel when potassium cyanide
Circulates within your veins?
What is the pain like?
What is the pain like?!!

A new bucket of ashes thrown
Into the hungry waters of Sungari
Absorbed by the gentle mosaic of lemna minor
A new transport brought to the beast
A bunch of bone bags clothed in terror
War gods will quench their thirst
Tonight

How does it feel to be torn apart?
How does it feel when you inhale gas
That burns your breath?
What is the pain like?
What is the pain like?!!

Prisoners were subjected to vivisection without anesthesia.
It was performed on prisoners infected with various diseases.
Scientists performed invasive surgery on prisoners, removing organs to study the effects of disease on the human body.
These were conducted while the patients were alive because it was felt that the decomposition process
would affect the results. The infected and vivisected prisoners included men, women, children and infants.
Vivisections were also performed on pregnant women, sometimes impregnated by doctors, and the fetus removed…

Welcome to the realm of never-ending pain
Let me be your guide
See, I am the Master here, I divide and conquer
What you call hell, I call home
You are fear and I am the monstrosity
I am the breath of a killer upon your neck
Redeem or die in agony

Through my mouth come the words of solace
A promise of absolution and misery
Mistake not my tongue for the treacherous snake
My words are not the words of the Devil
You wretched worm!
My hands will bestow salvation upon your troubled mind
Resist not and all will be done

Sacrum Officium
Embrace the road to eternal peace
The hands of Inquisitors
Deliver thy fate into the sacred mystery
Through fire comes liberation

Before your flesh is consumed by the purifying flames
Confess to me the filth of your condemned soul
My eyes are wells of wisdom and reflection of the Lord
Fear not, my dear child
The instruments of truth will make you soft and willing
I am your road to glory
Before the night comes you will be free of sin

Sacrum Officium
Embrace the road to eternal peace
The hands of Inquisitors
Deliver thy fate into the sacred mystery
Through fire comes liberation

My hands are clean, my mind is free of sin
Purification will come to wash this world of guilt
My plain robe is the shield against temptation
I am the puppet master pulling all the strings
Blood is not my share, victory is eternal
Condemnation is secular, Glory belongs to the Righteous
Behold, the Instruments of Deliverance

Sacrum Officium
Walk the road to the fields of Heaven
Spill your blood on the altar of the Lie
Entrust thy fate into the craft of torture
Through fire comes liberation

I just love to see you writhe in agony
Does it hurt?
I was hurt far beyond comprehension
By your treachery to the Holy Faith
Witch!
I will rip your filthy groin if I only have to
To get right down to the evil heart of yours!
Hag!
Who conspired with the Devil
Who indulged into abominable rituals
Coupled with the demons, feasted on newborn children
The Judgement Day has been brought upon you!

How dare you utter those blasphemies!
Lord, deliver her from madness and malice
Guide my hand as I drown in her blood and puss
This twisted body is a mockery to reason
Avert your gaze or I’ll rip your eyes out!
You who bewitch men
And make them be despicable slaves to your lust
The hex is over with and so are you!

Upon this Judas Chair you spill your evilness
As the arrow of Justice penetrates your wormy pit
You bear the mark of the devil
You are the daughter of Satan, source of human misery
Thou shall not let the witch live!
Thou shall not let her stain this kingdom of virtue!
You are pest that kills our cattle
You make the children born dead
Let her burn!

As I stand above you swinging the axe
When the crowd around me screams and yells
Blame me not for delivering the final blow
For it is not me who takes your life
Neither sympathy nor remorse – just death

When the hour strikes it is all done
Blood on the block and repugnance in me
When the sun sets I return to my hollow shell
Like a leper hunted down, a cast-away in his own home
When the hour strikes, phobias creep out

As the bones crack under my mighty touch
And your entrails become one monstrous mess
I hear not your begging whisper for mercy
To me you’re just a piece of trembling flesh
To you I am the instrument of purification

When the hour strikes it is all done
Blood on the table and tiredness in me
When the sun sets I return to my hollow shell
Like a leper hunted down, a cast-away in his own home
When the hour strikes, tears tend to come out

This mask that I wear troubles my breath
As I gasp for air every time I see youth wasted
Silky, glamorous skin, warped by guilt and shame
I dare not think, scared to miss your lovely head
In a blink you're gone, blood spatters the priest

Cloaked in darkness to my lair I run
There I may find my ultimate piece of mind
Sink my sorrows in a flask of hooch
It moves down my throat, the all-forgiving warmth
Ruins of empathy
Remnants of sympathy
The coin is paid for the untroubled death
The rosary is said and your carnal flesh split
The flower of your soul has fadeth away
Your bodily fluids stain my boots

I remain here below as the obol burns my hands
All the faces around contorted in utmost ecstasy
Mocking the sacred ritual of death
With every sip of liquor it all means perfectly nothing

When the hour strikes it starts all over again
Blood on my hands and emptiness in me
When the sun rises I return to my noble deeds
Like the Grim Reaper, a God of Merciful Death
When the hour strikes, heads start to fall down

It was 17th January 1945
When the last assembly was called
Under the wintry skies we stood in death-lines
Ghosts of Auschwitz, fed to the Void
67 012 empty shells on their way to die
Cold-stricken hearts and eyes filled with terror
This was the last march
The march of death

Led like cattle to the slaughter
We let the Reaper embrace our limbs
He was the Comforter in our last moments
To Him we confessed
When the shots were fired, when the cold soil
Was consuming our wretched remains
And snow came to cover us
With the shroud of frost

In the end we became coal
The snigger of history had never been louder
We escaped hungry fires of the blackest dens
We saw the Gate of Grief slam shut
Toward hope we spread our arms
None was there
Just an endless line of coal cars
Into the nowhere…

This sub-reality that I am in will never end
My face is swollen, my eye-lids scream to close
The light is growing dimmer, blindness overwhelms
Ears produce blood, sphincters decide to let go
I have become just a sack of flesh and bones
My brain has ceased to be, conscience went astray

This prison is my grave…

This chair is my confessor…

We are all but a very small cog in this machine
Thrown into this grinding wheel to become ash
False accusations, fabricated evidence – all lies
The reality and the dream – can’t tell them apart
As thousands before and thousands yet to come
I am slowly turned into a slavish yes-man

N.K.V.D.
Destroy enemies of the state
N.K.V.D.
Confront your life, repent or die
The notorious triplets shall come for you
In the dead of night and with the morning light
The way you lived and the way you are going to die
They are simply two different worlds

My life is confined to this stinking cell
The glowing bulb is my Life Support System
No sleep ‘til they have had enough of your moans
Just sign those papers and you’re the hero of the day
Whatever is left of you, they'll drag it away
And let you feed on hope until they come again

Pain becomes your ally after a while
It makes you remember you are alive
Everything turns grey, make it end…
Just let me sleep for a while…
Will this night never end? Will I ever dream again?
Just let me sleep for a while…

N.K.V.D.
Destroy enemies of the state
N.K.V.D.
Confront your life, repent or die
The notorious triplets shall come for you
In the dead of night and with the morning light
The way you lived and the way you are going to die
They are simply two different worlds

The light of day greets me with blindness
When they take me to the backyard
The last touch of air and last stroke of wind
Before the firing squad take their shot…

In memory of all and every person of various races and nationalities murdered by Einsatz Groups

A black pit opens its jaws
Wounded hands reach for the content…

Half-processed human waste
Entrapped on its way to Eternity
Cadavers with their eye sockets filled with soil
Eaten away by slaked lime
Entwined limbs, like ivy growing on forsaken walls
Reaching for the light, finding fear lurking in this tomb
The air is filled with death
As we drag your remnants out into the light
The Sun that gives life wears a veil tonight
The forest is silent
Watching the festering wound torn apart
It has been witnessed around here so many times before

Seems the journey is not over yet
You were deprived of life in most gruesome way
But you are not to be remembered
Your troubled bones and violated souls
Are to be tossed into the fire
Whatever hell there awaits, you have been given its share
Here and now
In the gleam of this fire dance the spirits of the dead
Ghostly silhouettes spinning to the music of crackling logs
Encircled by drunken ghouls admiring the spectacle
This night is their feast
And the beginning of your glory

There is but one favor we want to ask of you
Take us with you when the time has come
(soon enough)
Hide and wait in the ashes of your bones
And forgive us for erasing your mortal remains
Lead us to a better place
The members of Kommando 1005

Darkness clings to me
Drawn like a moth to a flame
Breathe in the gloom
Breathe out the clarity
Entrapped in this burnt-out excuse for a city
Wasted my youth to provide it with blood
Another siren goes off
Hungry mothers swallow the bombs

The morning wakes up bleeding
Cloaked in the funeral gown
Breathe in the fumes
Breathe out agony
Flames ravage the empty streets
I believed to be immortal until I died
Reach for the light
(It's just) Reflections of fire in broken glass

The strife is over now
No need to look for purpose
Clarity comes with the sound of gasping
This house was once a church
I used to think the God lived here
He must have died in the bombing

They say that what we do here echoes in eternity
Maybe it does
But from all I've tasted of life's meaning
I'll never know for sure
(No-one will ever know)

The floor is cold and shapeless
Hollow windows stare like eyes
Yesterday words had all the meaning
Today they all seem irrelevant
I welcome clarity
Darkness is here
I terminate.

"Dogma in nothing else but an explicit ban on thinking" - Ludwig Feuerbach

Beliefs against reason
Logic of assumptions beyond all possible doubt
No need for proof when one takes things for granted
I believe, therefore it exists
Why resort to the mind when living with Alice in her Wonderland?
Life gets elevated to an ultimate wonder
Stories passed on from generation to generation
Gods and principles to reveal the greatest riddle
Why are we here after all?

Some say that we go to Heaven when we die
Others claim we come back as insects
Wise men say we have a purpose in life
Some other say repent and hope for salvation
If all has been predestined then why bother?
Once we all discovered our own gods
Today we have only one with many names
Did the others retire?

Your own free will is the core of what's human
Choose what you want, but be wary
Rotten fruit will take you to Hell
Do as thou wilt, but with fear in heart
Look but dare not touch, touch but never taste
Floods and natural disasters – all God's interventions
Well, if God lived on Earth people would break his windows
It's not an easy thing to meet your maker*

Stick to the rules or else become a heretic
It's wrong to have your own say
Take the well defined path, or the forest will eat you
Blend in, choose to obey, never question
In the orb of dogma chaos becomes invisible
Order from chaos, order of chaos
Dare to see through the rabbit's hole
Is reality what we see?
Or it becomes real because we see it?
In the surprisingly empty Universe
We are just a mathematical error
Whatever the shield
Nothing's certain

Beware, the forests of Germania
They speak in tongues you cannot comprehend
Don’t venture into the thick dark trees
There is a beast lurking
Cloaked in mud and breating death
And yet
Towards those trees they marched
Drawn like moths to the flames

Daggers, daggers in the night
Stabbing the hearts
Crushing their swagger
Daggers of the night
Singing the chant of blood

The three golden eagles will die
Their hearts pierced with spears and fed to dogs
The sky was black and ready to kill
Clothed in lightnings and hate
And yet
They tried to escape the closing teeth
Only to fail and choke with mud

Daggers, daggers in the night
Stabbing the hearts
Crushing their swagger
Daggers of the night
Singing the chant of blood

Beware, the Great Bog of Germania
It whispers numbers we dare not speak
The marching caligae still echo in the woods
Remembering the day
When wolves feasted on eagles
And the trees sang of death